He made a confused face. “Where iswho?”
I rolled my eyes. “Dream. You know, DJ Cottontail?” He stared blankly. “The woman with the white hair.”
“Oh! Oh, yes!Her!” He grinned. “Very talented young woman, that Danika. The club’s been busy as could be since we hired her on. As a matter of fact?—”
I groaned, feeling too impatient. “Yeah, that’s great and all, butwhereis she?”
I don’t have time for this shit.
We both looked around the empty lot as he shrugged. “Uhh…she must’ve hitched a ride home or something.”
“A ride home? With who?”
The bouncer stepped forward. “Dream? You mean Danika? Tall, pale woman with white hair?” I nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure she took off with some guy earlier. He was driving a white Challenger and went…that way.” He pointed in the direction of Dream’s apartment.
My hands balled into fists at my side. “Who was the guy?” My face was beginning to burn from how angry I was becoming. “Well? Does he have a name, or should I just beat one out of you?”
The two men exchanged a concerned look before the owner cleared his throat. “We’d love to stay and help but we don’t know anything else. We—we should get back to work.” He hurried the bouncer through the club’s back door as they ran back inside.
A white Challenger, huh? Should be easy enough to find.
I pulled my phone out and swiped up, tapping her number. “Come on,” I groaned, and the number dialed. “Pick up. Pick up?—”
The phone immediately went to voicemail, playing that stupid fucking message.“The person you are trying to reach has a voicemail box that has not been set up. Please?—”
I hung up and redialed, getting the same message again and again. I swiped and opened another app, typing her number in as I tried to search her location. “Now, where are you?” Within seconds, an error message popped up, stating the program was unable to locate her phone. “What the hell?” I felt immediate dread, wondering if she was okay.
Where the hell are you, Dream?
I jumped onto my motorcycle and took off, driving in the direction the bouncer had mentioned.
White Challenger…White Challenger.
I scanned every vehicle, searching for her as I sped carefully through traffic on the highway.
White Challenger.
Minutes ticked by and there was still no sign of her or that damn car.
White Challenger…fuck!
I slowed down, coming to a red light. “Where the hell are you?” The light was taking forever to change, and wasting my fucking time. “Come on,” I groaned. “Come on!” I slammed my palm against the handlebar, growing more and more angry with each passing second. “Fuck this!” I revved the bike and took off, running the red as I dodged oncoming traffic. I weaved throughcars, giving no fucks about cutting them off as I sped further down the road. It wasn’t too long before I noticed a white Challenger up ahead.
Bingo.
I sped up, chasing after it.
It took maybe a minute or two before I’d caught up to the car. My head turned as I tried to peek through the windows, searching for her. But I had no luck. “Damn it!” I took off, driving further out, looking at what felt like hundreds of vehicles until I had finally reached her street. And as I turned onto it, I immediately noticed a second white Challenger, parked across from her building.
What the hell?
I drove my bike around the back of the alley across the way and parked in the shadows. Ripping my helmet off, I charged toward the vehicle. I peeked through the tinted glass, but no one was inside. No mystery man, and no Dream.
He’s got to be inside. Fine…I’ll just wait.
I leaned against the alleyway wall and unwrapped a piece of the hard candy she’d given me a few days ago. “I’ll wait all night if I have to.” Thankfully, I didn’t have to.
Hold up. I’ve got movement.